Altar of Twilight butter and biscuits for your meal

Hydra's gaze followed his gesture, though there was nothing for them to land upon this distance that would reveal to her where it was he had once lived. She wondered what the nature of his dispersing was, but supposed that in some instances the past did not matter. Sometimes it was simply the natural course of things, and that was alright. 

What do you seek within these Wilds, then? she wondered, far more interested in what he pursued in his future. The stranger before her did not appear to be a weak wolf by any means, though maintained her interest for more than simply that. She was trying to live in this moment, and to not let it pass her by for nothing. Every moment had its purpose, and there was something to gain from every chance encounter. Things such as friendships, or pleasant memories... with all the bad she had endured, she would not mind while seeking the root cause of it embracing the good that could also come.